Monday 30 September 2013

Day 244 - Election Special

The winds are circling again
The newspresenters are slicing 
The head off another chicken
Placing it with the intestines of hare
In a golden pallet
They are trying to make the clouds align
But all they are seem to be doing
Is spilling into one another
Like mud sliding down the hill
Towards the sleeping town.

Sunday 29 September 2013

Thursday 26 September 2013

Monday 23 September 2013

Sunday 22 September 2013

Saturday 21 September 2013

Day 235 - Photo

I’m not sure I remember anything now
What is actually happening here?
Everybody is lined up
Like the cast members at the end of a musical
It must have been summer you say
You can tell by the way everyone is dressed,
Just like now except nobody is smiling.

Thursday 19 September 2013

Tuesday 17 September 2013

Day 231 - Cats

For some reason we’re talking about cats,
Nowhere near where I want to be in the conversation.
I have nothing really to say about cats,
The ground between cats and the subject of my interest
Seems vast and tricky as sheer ice, with many pitfalls
That might derail us enroute-
Cats are at least a safe ground,
Nobody is going to walk out while talking about cats.
Her coffee cup is nestled in her fingertips,
She is cradling it as if it is a small bird
She is preparing to let go free.
I know she is waiting for it to fall in temperature
As she only ever drank her coffee near cold
I am making calculations on how long it might be before
She will lift her cup and begin drinking,
Hastening the moment before she will rise to leave.
All the while I’m trying to fathom how
I can make that leap in conversation
Away from cats and back to us
But us seems light years away now,
It seems another galaxy entirely
Another dimension where perhaps
We’re sat at a similar table drinking coffee
And the subject of us has been settled long ago
And the subject of cats the latest in a line
Of trivial conversations that are the luxury
Of two lives spent together.

Monday 16 September 2013

Friday 13 September 2013

Thursday 12 September 2013

Wednesday 11 September 2013

Day 225 - Summer People

For some its summer all the time, you know the type, on Saturday mornings dressed in shorts and beach shoes who come climbing across your garden and trample your flowers to bang on your window, imploring you to join them on street.
You cannot compare yourself to these people. Their casual optimism will only make you loathe your life. You must meet them on your own terms. Time will bring you around to them. They'll become the loyal opposition. Like those who keep the party going after the atmosphere has died. Their love of life will become a noble act, rare and exquisite as an exotic bird coming shivering to your window in late September. 

Tuesday 10 September 2013

Monday 9 September 2013

Day 223 - Soul Mates

I'm sorry but he is not your soul mate
Your soul mate lived in China
In a village called Zoucheng
Just this morning he was killed by a falling idol
While you were holding hands 
And looking into the eyes of a man
You will never truly love

Sunday 8 September 2013

Thursday 5 September 2013

Wednesday 4 September 2013

Day 218 - Late Night



A moth rattles the blind
My mind settles
Like a zoetrope sliding over faces,
Tonight my mother and father
Sit before me
Beautiful as an old photo
I’ve seen many times;
They’re standing before the ocean
Years of giving still ahead.
For a long time
I lay awake troubled
By thoughts of what came next,
Now each night I’m lost in memory,
Like a child broaching rooms
In a dark house.
The wind blows
And the trees move,
I’m driven down a hallway
By a voice I think is my mothers
But reveals itself as a television
Playing to an empty room.



Tuesday 3 September 2013

Monday 2 September 2013